Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 146: CONSCIOUS

A piece of heart lara is like a rhythmic heartbeat.

The tightness that shackles with tears is meaningless.

Which wound does he want to take?

None can be described as a mathematical formula.

Which destiny is still worth questioning?

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There's nothing left. Well, the past is just a memory used to strengthen a fragile heart. It used to be the patent era but today? The world is still waiting for action from the final decision to do real evidence as an action.

Aware of the fact that what Asma did was contrary to his accusations, making the heart feel burdened with guilt. Moreover, Bagas explained blatantly what happened on the floor of the hotel garden. Instantly the whole suspicion burned the false belief.

"Bro, as long as you know yes," Bagas took his hand off Rey's shoulder. Then turned to look out the window where the view of the city was clearly visible in plain sight. "Women like Asthma are too hard to find, even people ignore her for thinking she doesn't deserve to be loved."

"Unfortunately, everyone's eyes are blind because they only see physically, not heart and character. Honestly, if you don't love Asthma. Right now I alone will make her the queen of my life. So please don't misunderstand with her.

"I know you're married in a rare situation but whatever your reason for making Asma Reyhan Aditya's wife. Please keep it. Don't let go of yours just for real stupidity as a man's ego." Bagas ended his heart.

Like raindrops drenching the earth. Consciousness jolts back to reality that must be accepted. The relationship of the heart is not about doubt, but rather emotion without boundaries wrapped in trust. Just knowing is not enough because you have to try to understand. Like an inner bond of two hearts that beats a rhythm.

Is he capable of being a partner worthy of loving selflessly? Question marks that often get no answer. Then how to understand? Like body language always expecting more attention. Then all that remains is sensitivity.

The sound of long breaths sounded so slow. The body is still standing upright but the eyes are unable to wart. "Nando, how do I apologize to Asthma? Do I still deserve a second chance?"

"I apologize with all my heart! Asthma is not a vengeful person. He just wants you to understand life in a mortal world is not for trouble. When you hold his hand, the girl is ready to accept the joy of grief with you." said Bagas tried to stretch Rey's heart because he realized the love of the couple must remain nurtured.

In addition to taking care of asthma. He has an obligation to make sure Rey learns to be a responsible husband with all the shortcomings and advantages of his brother. Especially considering how tomorrow could possibly be worse. Threats are not just one way.

Bagas's efforts improved the situation. Precisely inversely proportional to the tense atmosphere with faces insistent on each other not wanting to budge. A small debate that turns big only because of one absolute decision that cannot be contested. Pissed off? Not but the heat in the heart burned his emotions.

"It's just free to be torn. The filing of divorce has reached the religious court table. Now it's up to you to do what." Kalingga moved forward without lowering his eyes to look at the hateful image. "Goodbye, Wife contract."

Deg. Why does it hurt? All this time not even once Kalingga cornered him just because of their marriage. I don't know who caused the state of the household to reach the tip of the horn. Though all began to improve thanks to Niko who increasingly unites the family.

Arrested by the husband's hand. A hot sensation in the restrained eye area tried to break through. "Mas, we can talk about all this being okay first. You know divorce is not recommended for couples who have children. How's Niko's fate?"

A stifled voice tried to forget his ego. This time all the points of view were open so brightly. Well, what's the point of getting divorced? When with one signature, many things are immediately lost from the grasp of the hand. All that is done is not for love but for the sake of the covenant between the son and the father.

Where he used to receive forced marriage from the father on the grounds of saving the dignity of the family because of pregnancy out of wedlock. A marriage that in return will be the heir to all the wealth of the parents. However, on the condition of the marriage that occurs, there must be no divorce until Niko is married.

Weight's, right? If you follow the contents of the heart is certainly difficult to adapt because Kalingga is not the man of his dreams. Honey, a thousand sweeties. He can only accept pre-marital agreements that occur outside the knowledge of others. Everything is done in secret. Maybe someday it will be revealed.

Kalingga knows very well the drama of a Citra. He's not affected anymore. Moreover, the heart does not want to accept the reality that increasingly hit the chest. "I was wrong to leave a woman who could be a good partner and choose you as a substitute. Divorce will still happen, but don't worry because Niko is still my son."

Man always does things out of control when anger takes hold of the head. Consciously perform actions that can not be changed again, then once the emotions subside suddenly rethink the decision that has been set. But when it's just logic, then regret becomes a small possibility.

I don't want to continue a boring conversation. The man left the house without looking back. Whatever has become his decision is the result of a feeling of pressure for several years of marriage. If Citra ever appreciates her as a husband, it's possible that the heart still has feelings.

Nothing could be a reason to maintain their fractured household. That was what Kalingga thought, while Citra went straight into the room. His face was red and held the heat in his body. Who's Kalingga? Dare to ignore without listening.

"Coralp, b4j!ng4! It could be acting like a pretentious man, like that." A look of agitated eyes reflected from the mirror ahead there, "It must be all this because of that useless past. Well, definitely. I need to get rid of all the barriers that could ruin my bright future plans."

The phone lying on the nightstand was taken, then he pressed a few letters until a number appeared. A number of digits that have not been contacted for a long time. Between doubt and loss of sense, he pressed the call icon. Then put the phone closer to the ear.

The ringing sound was still the same even though the years had changed. Still horror genre songs become the value of the recipient of the call. A few seconds still no answer makes the heart more agitated to rethink what he will say. Is the heart's intention certain?

Just now wanting to keep his phone away from the ear suddenly a warm welcome sound penetrated the eardrum. Sudden heartbeat beats faster than usual. What the hell's going on? Could it be that the heart neglects to forget the long-extinguished taste? I don't know, in fact, the sense of longing is getting submerged in the voice of being missed.

"I want to meet you" Citra said, then turned off the call without waiting for a response from across. "Conscious, Cit! If papa finds out it could be a big deal."